Bloody Canvas Lyrics Novels & Stories

I grabbed the huge canvas and my paints without bothering to tie my hair up. Colors collided on the canvas, raw and wild. Rage mixed with sorrow, bleeding into every stroke—red for the fury in the background, black for the emptiness, lines in the red, white for the hollow ache blending with the blue, brown for the weight of it all. But...Blue surged, sharp and piercing, until his image actually emerged. Not the man himself, but his eyes. Those cruel, calculating blue eyes that knew exactly how to lie. The image spoke...as if it was actually him on the other side—laughing at me, cruelly.

I can see… I can almost envision the chaos, the madness and the destruction…I can almost taste the destruction. The brush glides on the canvas leaving a trail of black behind it. “Poor Davi…poor, poor Davina.”

'No matter how evil you are, Elixier my love, I'll always love you' I'm a black canvas. A paper pure white. And yes, I wanted to have color. I wanted somebody to paint me. Elixier did. But instead of coloring me with paint, he painted me with blood. Well I don't regret letting him do that. Red is a powerful color. Red stands out. Red is fierce. But fire is also red. That if it burns you, you'll turn black. Life is meaningless without him. I'd rather burn myself in the color of red in the flames as long as I'm with him, than be safe as a colorless canvas.

she blows a yellow powder in my face as she speaks I’m fading. Darkness covers me, creeping in like a damn insect And then, finally, everything goes black

​Golden paint on a cracked foundation, You hold the room like an obligation. Ice-blue eyes looking right through the crowd, Speaking in whispers when the world is too loud. You pull me into the shadow of your name, Then walk away like it's part of the game. Arrogant smile, but your knuckles are torn, A cardboard king wearing a crown of thorns. You tell me I'm seen, but tomorrow we're blind, Leaving the ghost in the wreckage behind.

He only knows that the man is not dead because his fingers were tapping on the glass as the singer in the background sang with all his heart. “How many times do I have to tell you? Even when you're crying, you're beautiful too The world is beating you down, I'm around through every mood You're my downfall, you're my muse My worst distraction, my rhythm and blues I can't stop singing, it's ringing in my head for you My head's under water But I'm breathing fine You're crazy and I'm out of my mind 'Cause all of me Loves all of you Love your curves and all your edges

nothing was paint splashed across the canvass and my brush scrubs leaving stains everywhere. My canvas was filled with red jargon, I had drew nothing in particular. I stood looking at it in frustration, I wanted to pull my hair out. What was I doing wrong? “Luella!” My mother screamed from inside, I knew something was wrong. I threw my brush and ran inside the in brisk steps. Now I was standing in the living room with blood dripping from my hands not paint anymore My parents laid on the floor holding hands in a pool of their blood I stood staring in shock, I didn’t know who to run to first

Marigolds are yellow and hibiscus is hue, but the sky is blue, pale blue, it is ours, ours, ours. Let it rain mangoes, let it rain like the reddest tomatoes squashed by a grinding stone, then paint the ceilings with that red, paint the sky red; the colour of our love, for it is ours, ours, ours. Tarnished and wooden is this house, Old and rickety, the yard, sodden with black mud that sticks and itches like lice, dark and smelly,

His eyes roamed on my bare skin but not with lust. '... I heard he sang a good song, I heard he had a style And so I came to see him to listen for a while And there he was this young boy, a stranger to my eyes ... Strumming my pain with his fingers Singing my life with his words Killing me softly with his song Killing me softly with his song Telling my whole life with his words Killing me softly with his song'

🎶 so I peel my skin, and I count my sins, and I close my eyes, and I take it in. I'm bleeding out, I bleed out for you 🎶 BLEEDING OUT- IMAGINE DRAGONS. Another morning and I'm still finding it difficult to get out of bed. This nausea and fever is really getting to me. Tossing and turning on the bed, trying to find a comfortable side but all efforts proved futile. To my luck, school was cancelled today.